Twin of Potter-Book Two(UP FOR ADOPTION)

The First Task (2/2)

"Hermione Granger, you've gone utterly mad, but this just might work."






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I walked to the champion tent, where everyone was gathered.


Madam Maxime stood with her hand on Fleur's shoulder, Karakaroff stood behind Krum, and Dumbledore stood with his arm draped over Cedric's shoulder.


I simply stood there by myself.


"Are we all here?" Barty Crouch asked, peering around before nodding once. "Good. Now, in my hand is a bag full of scale models of what you will be facing. Each model has a number. That number will signify the order in which you face your task. Understood?"


We all nodded, and he held the bag out to Fleur.


She pulled out a small green dragon with a small plate reading 'two'.


"The Common Welsh Green. You will go second," Crouch explained before moving on to Krum.


He pulled out a small, blue-grey model with a number three tied to its neck.


"The Swedish Short-Snout," Crouch said. "You will go third."


Cedric went next. He pulled out a small red and yellow model with a 'one' inscribed on the plate.


"That's the Chinese Fireball," Crouch told everyone. "You will go first."


He turned to me. "That leaves-"


"The Hungarian Horntail," I muttered under my breath.


"What?" He asked.


"Oh, nothing, nothing," I said, and reached into the bag.


"Ah, the Hungarian Horntail," he said, and everyone else in the tent visibly cringed. I could practically see Fleur's mind whirring as she thanked her lucky stars.


"I'm last, aye?" I asked, fiddling with the little plate.


"Yes," Crouch replied. "We're going to leave you now. When you hear the cannon blast, exit the tent into the arena where you will face your dragon, understood?"


We all nodded again, and either sat or paced.


As the cannon sounded, Cedric tossed me his model.


"Keep it, okay? I've got no use for it," he said, flashing me a smile, and before I could reply he left the tent.


We all listened intently to the cheers and jeers and moans.


Eventually, the cannon sounded again, and then again, and finally-


'BOOM'.


I stood with a sigh and exited the tent.


I stared at the dragon, plotting out a path I could take without using Hermione's plan.


Almost immediately though it spotted me and sent a burst of flame my way, causing me to duck behind a rock.


Still hiding, I raised my wand and shouted "ACCIO HARRY'S FIREBOLT!"


At first there was nothing, and I feared it hadn't worked, but seconds later I heard a soft whizzing noise that got gradually louder until the broom was hovering beside me.


With a small grin, I hopped on and flew straight up, praying that I had gotten at least some of my father's talent on a broom.


As it turned out, I had, because I found flying to be incredible, doing loop-de-loops, hairpin dives and turns, and all sorts of tricks-some of which I hadn't seen even Harry do.


I successfully confused her enough to dive and get the egg after about five minutes, but on my way back out of the nest she caught me with one of her tail spikes.


I heard and felt the metal-like substance scrape the bone, but my adrenaline was so great I didn't care.


I flew straight up in the air, out of her reach and the reach of her flames, and held the egg high in the air.


The adrenaline was wearing off as I landed by the medic tent, where Harry, Ron, Hermione, Crystal, and Morgana were waiting for me.


"Oh, you were amazing!" Crystal cried.


I smiled. "Thanks Crys. Thank all of you of your support," I said, and Ron looked ashamed.


I didn't have to wonder why though, because I looked down at my arm.


"Oh," I said. "That's deep. I think I've lost a lot of blood."


And with that, my eyes closed as I began to fall face first towards the ground.